Conference hydra::dejavu

    I don't think the world is going to end .... but I think that something
    is going to happen.  Tell us about your dream, please, please please
    please.....(we LOVE hearing about dreams in this notesfile) :-)

    This is a great idea for a topic.
    
    I wouldn't worry about not reading the replies, this sampling is
    going to be so far from "scientific" that that will be only a minor
    further problem.  Simply reading the base note is probably as much
    a "suggestion" to dream about cataclysmic disaster as reading the
    details of other peoples dreams.
    
    The only way we could be "scientific" would be to take the contents
    of everybody's dream diaries for the past week and compare them
    to the entries for some other week.  We would have to note both
    the frequency and differences in content of dreams with cataclysmic
    content, then compare the details of the *actual* cataclysim (:-))
    to those differences.
    
    And of course, people's dreams may be influenced by the previous
    discussion in this conference of the upcoming "transition".
    
    All in all, in this case, being scientific might be more informative
    but it would be a hell of a lot of work and this is likely to be
    *MUCH* more fun.
    
    So by all means -- any dreams of catastrophy (none here, so far,
    I'm afraid).
    
    					Topher

    OK, I guess I'll go first.  I'm not into dream recall, so I this
    will be a little sketchy.  I had this dream several weeks ago, so
    this was not "The power of suggestion"
    
    In my dream I was in a large city, maybe New York.  People were
    running all over the place.  It was dark, like when a very dark
    thundercloud passes overhead, and it was very windy.  We were
    surrounded by very tall buildings and we were afraid that the buidings
    were going to fall from the strong wind.  The only thing I can remember
    vivdly is trying to find a safe place to hide.
    
    Well, that's it for what it's worth.
    
    Debbie

Dreams.  This may be out of place, but I'm curious, I have had the same
    dream more than once recently.  I'm in an automobile, behind the
    drivers seat, traveling at a fairly high speed, and suddenly there
    is another car right in front of me headed in the opposite direction,
    and then the dream (nightmare?) ends, and I awaken! I've never been
    in a head on collision and don't want to be, I can remember seeing
    any movies or television with that sort of thing happening, just
    can't figure out why I dream the same dream more than once.
    

    
    
    Back in the days when I was remembering my dreams on a regular basis,
    (and having very intense ones! - this was probably in the 80' -
    82' timeframe), I had an end-of-the-world type dream.  The details
    I remember are as follows:
    
    "I am standing outside near a house - the area is mostly grassy,
     with some trees in the distance.  It's a beautiful, sunny day.
     I look up at the sky and there are 4 globes descending - each one 
     looks like the planet Earth.  As I watch them descend, they explode in
     sequence, one after the other.  I am standing there in horror 
     thinking of all the people that have died in the explosions."
    
    Needless to say this was quite unsettling.  I'll have to check my
    old dream journal to see if there were any others of this type.
    I haven't been remembering much of my dreams in recent time.
    
    Carole
    

    I too had a rather unsettling disaster dream in about 1981 or so.
    
    I was being guided around various parts of the world, and being
    told of numerous disasters that were going to happen.  No timeframe
    mentioned.  One specific theme that kept comming up were volcanic
    disasters, hot mudslides.  One very specific thing was that there
    is going to be some sort of huge volcanic explosion in Switzerland.
    He (it was a male voice, though I never saw him) also told me about
    plagues, that most of the population would be killed.  No real
    information on how to survive, if one *should* try to survive, or
    why I was being told.
    
    Elizabeth
    

    I remember one disaster dream in particular, where things kept
    bursting into flame.  I was skirting the fires, trying to escape
    northward.  I've always thought I'd 'head for the mountains' if
    something like this happened.  Of course I never escaped or died.
    
    Theresa.

    I have.  It had something to do with a quantum leap in evolution
    or a transformation of (some) of the human species.  It took place
    during a time of global disasters and tremendous battles and there
    were certain places that people were trying to get to where the 
    "conversions" took place.  We were metamorphasizing.

    Several years ago I had a dream I was visiting my (former)
    father-in-law in Equador where he was building boats.  I was caught
    in an earthquake in the city, the damage was awful, people were
    crying, moaning everywhere.  I managed to collect a small herd of
    children who were lost/orphaned, I carried some in my arms, some
    on my back, and herded lots of others in front of me.  We walked
    for a while until the second shock hit, and we were all buried alive
    in rubble from the buildings.  I was uncovered by my father-in-law
    and put on a train (it actually had the words "SAFETY" written on
    the side of it).  I rode through small village after small village
    and every time we stopped people would treat me with such kindness
    and caring, even though I couldn't speak their language.  Finally
    the train stopped at a village that was wealthy enough to have a
    mirror and I was able to see what I looked like,  to my horror,
    I had lost most of my hair on top and there were scabs all over
    my head.  No wonder everyone was taking such care of me, I was a
    wreck.
    
    For a long time I had interrupted the dream to mean that people
    see me different than I am able to see myself.  But when I saw the
    made-for-tv movie about the end of the world, I realized that the
    scabs were radiation poisoning.
    
    This dream happened about 10 years ago, and has stayed with me for
    all of that time.
    
    Carolyn

Something must be going on!  I read this notes file yesterday and last night 
I had a dream about the earths poles shifting.  It wasn't only the magnetic
poles that had shifted.  It was as if the earth had physically turned around
so that the North pole was where the South pole is now.  

I was in my house thinking, "Our deck will have lots of sun because it's
facing South, now. But the front of our house will suffer from all the snow
and ice during the winter because it's now facing North, now."  As I was
pondering all this some people came up and we begin talking about what other
effects it would have.  One person, a woman who seemed like she knew more
than the rest of us, said simply, "It's going to be much colder now."  I
began thinking how this would mean more snow during the winter and how it
might not even melt completely during the summer.  I began to feel a little
depressed and wondered how people would cope with this.  Then I started
wondering how many other conditions had changed or would be changing
throughout the world.  That's when I woke up. 

I dream a lot but this is the first time I've dreamt about something major 
happening to the world.

Mark 

    	As far as I understand (mostly from watching NOVA on PBS) we
    ARE due for the magnetic poles to switch. When that happens, it's
    likely that the earth's magnetic field will collapse before building
    itself up again in the opposite polarity. If this happens, all of
    the charged and radioactive particles stuck in the Van Allen belts
    will fall to the earth.
    
    	I've always thought that such events, which occur roughly every
    20,000 years, could cause widespread mutations, helping evolution
    along by "stirring the gene pool" so to speak. What it will do to
    us when we get caught is another question...
    
    	Ed

    The particles in the Van Allen belts are moving too fast to fall
    to Earth.  Some will strike Earth, but at least half will simply
    radiate away into space.
    
    This will happen slowly, too, according to the theory, not in an
    abrupt cut-off.  Then there will be a slow rebuilding of the field
    strength, only the poles will be reversed.
    
    Earl Wajenberg

>    I had a dream about the earths poles shifting.  It wasn't only the magnetic
>poles that had shifted.  It was as if the earth had physically turned around
>so that the North pole was where the South pole is now.  
 
    If the poles shift exactly 180 degrees, don't worry: everything
    would be the same, climatologically, except the sun would seem to
    be going backwards, rising in the "West" and setting in the "East."
    
    Steve Kallis, Jr.
    

    Of all the horrid dreams I've had, one still haunts me...It's not
    necessarily the end of the world stuff though.  I'd love to get
    some opinions from others though.
    
    This is it:
    
    	I tossed and turned, moaned in my sleep and screamed several
    	times and my husband was not able to wake me.  Then my body
    	felt frozen, paralyzed, and I could not move.  I felt some-
    	thing standing beside me and looked over my shoulder.  There
    	was a "creature" about 7' tall, black like tar and shiny.  It
    	had a head of a bird with a bright yellow beak, and golden eyes
    	like that of a goat.  It had long arms, with huge claws for
    	hands.  The odor was enough to make your eyes water...  All
    	this thing did was stand and stare at me.
    
    	Well, it turned out that I was not paralyzed, I was infact holding
    	on to my husband's tee-shirt, and damn near strangled him, and
    	I finally woke up.
    
    After collecting myself a little, I went out of the bedroom, thru
    the living room, and one set of drapes was hanging off the window
    like it had been pulled down, over the door that went outside to
    the hall of the apartment was a tremendous claw mark.  Not any kind
    of claw mark my cats could have made, even if they had not been
    declawed.
    
    The few people that I shared this with looked at me like I had probably
    had a few bad bottles of wine the night before.  But, no way!  This
    was a real as real can get!
    
    What was it?  What did it mean? And most of all, What did It Want???
    

    What is supposed to happen on August 17th?  This stuff fascinates
    me!  Personally, because of very basic beliefs, I don't think that
    anyone can accurately predict the end, however, I love to read about
    what people come up with and substantiate the claim.
    
    Someome please fill me in???? Please! 
    
    Thanks,
    
    Jean H.
    

    
    re .18:
    
 >           	...                                     I felt some-
 >   	thing standing beside me and looked over my shoulder.  There
 >   	was a "creature" about 7' tall, black like tar and shiny.  It
 >   	had a head of a bird with a bright yellow beak, and golden eyes
 >   	like that of a goat.  It had long arms, with huge claws for
 >   	hands.  The odor was enough to make your eyes water...  All
 >   	this thing did was stand and stare at me.
 >
 >       After collecting myself a little, I went out of the bedroom, thru
 >   the living room, and one set of drapes was hanging off the window
 >   like it had been pulled down, over the door that went outside to
 >   the hall of the apartment was a tremendous claw mark.  Not any kind
 >   of claw mark my cats could have made, even if they had not been
 >   declawed.
 >
 >       What was it?  What did it mean? And most of all, What did It Want???
  
    The description you gave is fascinating.  You did not give enough
    of a description of the figure in question, but it sounds remarkably
    like that of a demon of the type occasionally seen in Medieval
    illuminations and Renniassance woodcuts.  Breughel, the elder, showed
    many such critters in some of his more arcane drawings.  A pity
    you didn't see the feet (or look for claw scratches on the floor).
    
    If it was a visitation rather than a dream, it meant that something
    inhuman was manifesting interest or curiousity in you.  If, on the
    other hand, it was a dream, then it was a particularly virulent
    one, and a possible warning that you might be opening yourself to
    unwholesome influences.
    
    What it wanted was unclear, but the chances are it wasn't for your
    personal long-term benefit.   A little psychic protection wouldn't
    be out of order if the dream recurs.
    
    Steve Kallis, Jr.                   

    re: .20; .8 -<Hmmmm>-
    
    Oh boy!  Finally someone who believes me!  This naturally is not
    just a short term one night occurance!  You wanted to know about
    feeet Steve, I'll give you feet!  It had feet like a goat.  In fact,
    until only a week ago, I did not even realize goats had a "hoof",
    really, I thought they had "soft feet".  But, that's another chapter!
    
    This thing, the beak was like a crows, not hooked like a hawk or
    eagle, and there was nothing on the floor.  But...the house remained
    cold.  I vividly remember having all the windows in this place freeze
    shut, in AUGUST, and I trembled with the cold.  (This is interesting,
    cause I am always, always hot!  Supposedly, my blood has been replaced
    with red wine!)
    
    Back to the horrid...I mentioned in my first note that I had a cat.
    I had been adopted by a little Siamese cat; and for a while, she
    and I were the only ones (B/4 husband) who lived in that apartment.
    Near the window with that the drape was pulled from was a small
    closet.  From the day I rented that place, I got a wierd feeling
    from that closet, so I pushed the couch up against it so it could
    not be opened.  Well, one sunny Saturday afternoon, I decided to
    check the closet, stupid to be afraid of a coset I told myself...Well,
    Chi, the cat, was right there with me.  I opened the door, and viloa,
    nothing.  The blinking thing was as empty as my wallet!  I laughed
    at myself, and Chi went it.  She stretched upward, like she did
    to me when I first came home from work.  Like she was greeting someone.
    Do you get the picture so far?  Well, as she put her paws forward,
    at about the time she'd have made contact with something, she reeled
    back screaming, like she had been burned.  There was a faint sulphur
    odor, but I was scared to death, and slammed the door shut again.
    This time, I pushed a 50 gal. aquarium in front of the closet door.
    Several times after that, Chi acted strange.  It was probably a
    week after this happened that I had that "dream".  I don't want
    to believe it was a visitation...
    
    Shortly after that, on a Saturday afternoon, again a sunny day,
    all of a sudden the room became very dark and cold.  Chi was pacing
    back and forth and growling.  Her ears were back, her lips pulled
    up...She scared the "chit" outta me!  So then I decided, I'd had
    it!  I stood in the middle of the room and took a deep breath, and
    yelled, "I don't know who or what you are, but you are not welcome
    here.  Get out!"  Chi jumped at me, clawed me terrible and I threw
    her out of the livingroom door. (she was not an outside cat either).
    I never saw Chi after that again...and the strange things stopped
    happening.
    
    My family still figured I was taking bad drugs, I couldn't talk
    to anyone about it.  Nobody believed me!  So, one afternoon, I stopped
    by the church I was brought up in, saw a priest, and asked him to
    come to my apartment and "bless it".  He thought that was a strange
    request for the late '70's, and asked me why.  I tried to tell him,
    and his face kept falling. He thought I was on drugs too!  But,,
    he came to my apartment...He came alright, he parked in front of
    the house, looked up at the third floor where I lived, turned around
    and never came back!  He never got out of his car!  You have to
    know how that made me feel!
    
    The dreams started again, and I moved out of that apartment!
    Coincidently, the day I moved to my new apartment, are you sitting
    down, it was October 31!
    
    Honest, this happened!
    

    In addition to being either a visitation or a dream that indicates
    an unwholesome turn of mind there is a 3rd possibility.  It is the
    one I have found most applicable to the few dreams of this type
    I have had.  And that is, some aspect of myself which I have hated
    and feared and tried to wall off is crying out for expression and
    is showing me the hideous form I myself have turned it into by that
    very imprisonment.  If this is the root of the dream, the dream
    is indeed a warning, but not that you need an exorcism.  It is a
    warning that some part of your Self has become dis-eased--not by
    demonic possession, but by your own self-hatred and resulting neglect.
    It does not need punishment or banishment, but compassion, conscious
    acknolwedgement and caring so that it may express itself better.
    
    Case in point:  last week I went through an upsetting event with
    a friend.  I was intensely angered and could not figure out an
    effective channel for the feeling.  A few days after the event I
    dreamt that an enraged giant robot was stomping through the building
    where I work.  I knew it searching for me, and figured all I had
    to do was outrun the thing.  But in the manner of dreams, I was
    running through molasses and the thing was gaining on me as I struggled
    to get out into the Stow parking lot (the idea of enraged robots
    stomping through the Stow facility should be good for a few grins,
    yes?  ;-)).  Suddenly I stopped running and said, out loud, to 
    myself "you know what?  I am still angry about that encounter with 
    Pat.  Okay, I admit it.  I'm mad as hell!"   I turned around and 
    the monster had disappeared; I somehow knew that it was gone and 
    would not trouble me anymore.  Then I awoke.
    
    I realized after I looked into my own dream diary that during the
    times I was suppressing or denying powerful negative feelings, 
    such as deep anger, were when I had dreams of especially malevolent
    figures with a definite demonic quality.  By not accepting and dealing
    with the feelings, by thrusting them away and saying "you don't
    exist" I set myself up for that rejected part of myself to find
    a graphic way to tell me "I do so exist, and I'll _make_ you pay
    attention to me!"
    
    Sometimes the answer lies within, and the solution is compassion
    for the neglected inner self.  BTW, Steve's suggestions about psychic
    protection also seem to work for me on an internal level.  Before
    I tried out such rituals my nightmares used to scare me so badly
    I couldn't deal with them; now my first feeling upon waking from
    a bad dream is that there's something I need to know and there's also
    nothing going on inside me that I can't handle.  It is even, perhaps,
    the increased feeling of safety that the protection rituals bring
    about that allows me to do some "lucid" dreaming--analyzing the
    dream and controlling the outcome as the dream is happening.
    
    Marcia

    If there is something that UGLY and horrifying in me, I'm never
    going to sleep again!  
    
    That is a very interesting thought though Marcia!
    

    re .21:
           
    >                                 You wanted to know about
    >feeet Steve, I'll give you feet!  It had feet like a goat.
    
    That checks, though the usual feet of such critters are often birdlike
    and _large_.
    
    >This thing, the beak was like a crows, not hooked like a hawk or
    >eagle, and there was nothing on the floor.  But...the house remained
    >cold.  I vividly remember having all the windows in this place freeze
    >shut, in AUGUST, and I trembled with the cold.
    
    Cold is interesting.  Most people equate demons with heat, and it's
    often the reverse.
    
    >                   Well, one sunny Saturday afternoon, I decided to
    >check the closet....
    
    Saturday is not a good day for some forms of psychic investigation.
    
    >                    Chi went it.  She stretched upward, like she did
    >to me when I first came home from work.  Like she was greeting someone.
    >Do you get the picture so far?  Well, as she put her paws forward,
    >at about the time she'd have made contact with something, she reeled
    >back screaming, like she had been burned.  There was a faint sulphur
    >odor, but I was scared to death, and slammed the door shut again. 
    
    Excellent first move.   Depending on the age of your kitty, that
    she might have been "friendly" might not be very sinister.  Whatever
    she encountered hurt her, after all....
   
     >I don't want to believe it was a visitation...  
    
    Neither would I.  However, that's a _very_ suggestive scenario.
    
    >Several times after that, Chi acted strange.
    
    Cats have hi psychic sensitivity, as a rule.
    
    >Shortly after that, on a Saturday afternoon, again a sunny day,
    >all of a sudden the room became very dark and cold.  Chi was pacing
    >back and forth and growling.  Her ears were back, her lips pulled
    >up...She scared the "chit" outta me!  So then I decided, I'd had
    >it!  I stood in the middle of the room and took a deep breath, and
    >yelled, "I don't know who or what you are, but you are not welcome
    >here.  Get out!"  Chi jumped at me, clawed me terrible and I threw
    >her out of the livingroom door. (she was not an outside cat either).
    >I never saw Chi after that again...and the strange things stopped
    >happening.                 
     
    Saturday again.  Apparently not a good day for you.
    Also, I think Chi was victim here, not accomplice.
    
    Finally, I'm surprised the priest didn't enter the house.
    
    It's an interesting and believable story.  Glad you moved.
    
    Steve Kallis, Jr. 

    Yeah, poor Chi!  She was just a kitten, 8 mos. old...and yes, a
    victim!  I have 3 siamese now! (+100 birds and a dog).  I hate 
    animals!!!
    
    Funny, it was always weekends, and bright summer days too!  Actually
    though, the part about the priest does not really surprise me. 
    I find lots of people hide behind what they are, but when put to
    the test, they are the ones that fail miserably.
    
    
    It was real though, huh?  Why me?
    

    Re .25:
    
    >    Funny, it was always weekends, and bright summer days too! 
    
    Not as odd as you might think: from what you said, both occurrences
    happened on Saturday [Saturn's Day] which can be negative and also
    can be a day of heightened psychic happenings.
    
    >    It was real though, huh?  Why me?     
    
    It sounds as if it _could be_ real, from the narrative you've given.
    I'm keeping an open mind here [meaning "don't dismiss the possibility
    that it was real rather than a dream."] -- nothing more or less.
    If it were real, "why you" could be a variety of things, including
    that you came to it rather than vice versa.
    
    Steve Kallis, Jr.

    Given the idea that some people may be psychically Talented, Sensitive,
    whatever, (just as some have blue eyes and others brown) I don't 
    think you need to worry that the experience was "your fault" or
    that you "brought it on yourself".  You may well be able to see
    and sense things that others of us cannot.  I'd consider that a
    gift, althought one that is admittedly difficult to train and to 
    get others to consider seriously.  If it's true that you have what
    others would call some of The Talent, then the answer to "why me?"
    is "because I can".  Sense otherworldy realities, that is.
    
    Anyway, Steve K. can give you some excellent advice on protective
    ideas, should you feel the need.
    
    Marcia

    Maybe I missed something somewhere, but did these occurrences and
    the dreams stop after you moved from that apartment or are you
    still having them? From the way you tell it it could be a haunting
    or perhaps some earlier tenet's experimenting gone wrong. I assume
    you weren't doing any dabbling in the occult on your own at this
    time?
    
    Anyway it's good to here that you didn't hold a grudge against
    your pets!
    
    Paul.

    Re .19:
    
>                           -< What's Happening August 17th? >-
>
>    What is supposed to happen on August 17th?  This stuff fascinates
>    me!  Personally, because of very basic beliefs, I don't think that
>    anyone can accurately predict the end, however, I love to read about
>    what people come up with and substantiate the claim.
 
    ... A short sampling of Note 348, which see ....
    
>    < Note 348.0 by SPIDER::PARE >
>                           -< The Book Of The Hopi >-
>
>    Has anyone done any reading about the Hopi indians?  They are mystics
>    and prophets and are a facinating people.  I received a book called
>    The Book Of The Hopi by Frank Waters that sparked my interest in
>    these peace-loving people.
>    Among their predictions are:
>     o  That the power centers of the earth will open on 17 August 1987
>     o  That the fourth world will be distroyed (they believe that man
>        has already lived in three previous worlds and they were also
>        distroyed by fire, ice, and water respectively.
>
>    < Note 348.1 by NOISE::SHUMAKER >
>                                -< August 17th >-
>
>    See also note 313.17 (Carol Fretts) on the Grand Trine that will
>    be occuring on 17th of August. From that note:
>    
>>    On a larger scale it looks like some incredible energy coming our
>>    way that can be used creatively, inventively and expansively - there
>>    is a lot of inspiration behind this if we can tap into it.
                                                    
    Steve Kallis, Jr.
    

    Hi all.
    
    (this is actually MLFS1::DALPE)
    
    I had an end of the world dream a couple years back.It was VERY
    vivid.
    
    I was living with my father in a house that we had previously lived
    in. Anyway we were in the kitchen downstairs, he was sitting at
    the table I was standing across the room. Everything in the room
    was white and it was completely without clutter(not it's normal state)
    
    I decided to go to bed so I said goodnight, walked upstairs and
    climbed into my bed. It was a bunkbed and I had the top bunk.
    I was lying on my back looking at the moon(the house had no roof,didn't
    seem particularly strange either). It was at least three times it's
    normal size and there was this cloud covering a small portion of
    it. It actually was a cloud of smoke and as I watched it, it grew,
    covering the moon. I thought it must be a huge fire or something
    for me to be able to see the smoke.
    After a short while the surface was completly covered and magenta
    colored flashes were shooting around under the smoke. Now all this
    time watching  I wanted to call down to my father to tell him
    about it but I couldn't take my eyes or concentration off of what
    I was witnessing. I felt as if it had to be witnessed fully.
    Suddenly I remembered that someone had told me that if the moon
    ever exploded we would all die because of some change in pressure.
    I was overwhelmed with the thought that soon, at one moment every
    single person in the whole human race would die. My own death didn't
    really matter because I knew a some time I would die but this was
    a total end. the comlete end of all of us and that was the only
    true death. the true end. Shortly after, the moon exploded, I heard
    a woman scream, and then I felt every organ in my body pull to the
    right side, an extreme force, luckily at this moment, I woke up!
    
    
    paul dalpe

    RE: .30

    When the base note first appeared, I thought..."Oh, I've had a lot of
    those!"  But I figured they were just fantasies and not "real"
    enough, so relating them wasn't important.  Sometimes I forget how
    "real" fantasy is, and I also underestimate things a lot.

    One of my end of the world dreams sounds very familiar to the dream
    in reply .30.  I'm not sure if I've shared this dream in any old 
    notes...(sorry if I have).  In the dream:

    I was outside standing on a sidewalk.  All around me, the land
    stretched clearly as far as I could see...flat and grassy.  The 
    sidewalk I was on, led to a low, white building nearby.  But besides
    that building, there didn't appear to be anything else around.  There 
    were some people nearby and it was day.  I was looking down at the 
    sidewalk, when all of a sudden, the ground went dark...as if a cloud 
    had passed in front of the sun.  However, people started screaming as 
    if something horrible had happened.  I was afraid to look up, but when 
    I did I saw the moon in the dark sky...and it was moving, almost 
    pulsating.  

    As I continued to watch, I saw it break apart in globs (it almost seemed 
    liquid).  Then the globs would join together again, forming the normal
    shape of the moon, and it zoomed very fast toward the Earth, getting 
    larger as it got closer.  But it would only come a certain distance and 
    then it would zoom back to it's position and break into globs again.  I 
    watched this happen several times, and I was aware that everyone was 
    still screaming and running towards the building for shelter.  I felt 
    that maybe I should run for shelter too, but it seemed useless.  I knew 
    that it was the end of the world (as I knew it).

    Jerri

    re .13
    
    I wouldn't worry too much about the Earth being up-ended and pole
    shifted in the physical sense.  Unless you are a Vellikovskian,
    I wouldn't look for a pair of large bodies comming close to earth
    and exerting a torque to flip it over.
    
    An electrical pole shift could occur if the motion of the outer
    crust slows up relative to the motion of the molten inner core of
    the planet. This corresponds to reversing the rotor of a generator
    and making the magfield and therefore the current reverse.
    

    Funny you should say that_:-)  I was just reading this months issue
    of Discover magazine and there was an article in it regarding
    geophysics and it said that it looks like the earth will have a
    reversal of her magnetic poles in a thousand years or so.  
        ....(maybe it will come early_:-)

    Re .33:
    
    >    ....(maybe it will come early_:-)
    
    Like 17 August 1987 ... :-D
    
    

                  
           
           re: last person on earth dreams
           
           "Now it seems,
           everybodies havin' that dream.
           Walkin' around with no one else.
           Didn't see you around.
           Well, some of the people can be all right all of
           the time.
           and all of the people can be part right some of
           the time.
           But all of the people can't be all right all of
           the time.
           I think Abraham Lincoln said that.
           I'll let you be in my dream, if I can be in yours.
           I said that."
           
           Bob Dylan
           "The Talking World War III Blues"
           (The Freewheeling Bob Dylan Album approx 10**6
           years ago:-)
           

    
    I do believe that the song aforementioned in .35 is actually called
    
           "Talking World War Three Blues".   Sorry to niggle but
    
    "GOD" should not be  "missquoted". 
    
    P.S. I'm not too sure on the exactitude of the song excerpt so
    
    will check also. 
    
     Robert Zimmerman rules !!!!

    
    	An extremely vivid dream, two years ago...

    	There were crowds of people in the streets and it was 10 years 
    	into the future.  The earth had jolted hard the day before.
     	The sky was the color of light brownish red clay.  The upper
        atmospheric winds had started up and when they hit earth it
        was goint to hit extremely hard and hot.  People were out 
	everywhere frantically shopping, pausing to look at the live
        news bullitens in the tx store windows - on t.v. there was no
        mention to the news audience of the winds; just a lot of 'we will 
    	keep you posted with up-to-date etc'.
        Again, LOTs of people.
    
    	I had come down to the city to look for... friends?  I wondered 
    	why I was walking the streets attempting to find them in the 
    	pandemonium and realized in the dream that it might not be just
    	known friends that I was looking for.  I had less than 24 hours 
    	before the winds would hit and I had to return to safety. 
    
    	I was looking into every person's face that I met, searching...
    
	Here the dream became a strange observation point as I watched
    	myself and my reactions/judgements to the people/faces I stared
    	into on the street - some were actual persons from my past, others 
    	were people I did not know (or perhaps remember).  I was attempting 
    	very strongly to not judge without thinking and it was quite
	an experience - one face was someone from the second grade who had 
    	been a tormentor of mine that I hadn't probably thought of since 
    	then consciously, but she must have been something then for me to 
    	have carried her image around with me all these years.

        The jolt of seeing her face and remembering her and then my
        attempts to see her as she was now rather than building upon past
    	experiences - it was a mind expanding experience for me.
                

    yes

                    <RE.NOTE 362.0>
    "UNFORTUNATLY, THE DIME WAS IN MR. ROCOCCO'S POCKET!"

    
    	Do you remember watching a Green Giant commercial for Niblets
    corn just before going to bed?  Billm ;>)

    
    Green Giant..hmmmmmm....interestin theory..well anyway this note
    brought up a recurring dream I had in my younger years...
    
     I heard a loud thundering sound growing inreaingly louder.  I looked
    to the sky and over the buildings I saw a wall of water approaching.
    
    Carl S.
    
    
    

    re .43  hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!
    

    Time to (re)read The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Universe.  Sounds like
    Ford Prefect is on his way.
    
    Grins,
    Bob